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Chapter 12
After a particularly long day at work - although for the life of her, she could not remember what had filled it - Molly took quite a detour home to get some shopping done.
She was careful not to go to any of her usual stores, she didn't want to risk being recognized while buying suspicious items. Those items being men's sweat pants, socks and boxer shorts.
Briefly, she had considered buying other things, that she did not really need, only to make these purchases, that were evidently not for her, less obvious. But according to Sherlock, nobody but Mycroft's men had kept an eye on her, so nobody was paying attention to her shopping habits. And strangers really wouldn't care, what she happened to buy.
Still, she'd rather be careful.
She had chosen a big department store quite far from her usual way home. One she'd never been to before and one, that let her disappear into the crowd. Just another face in the anonymous masses.
She took the tube half way home and a taxi from there, arriving home almost two hours late by her usual standards.
After closing the door behind her, she looked around her flat and found absolutely nothing to be out of place. That could mean an array of things.
One - Sherlock was being careful not to leave anything out of place, as she could return with company at any moment.
Two - Sherlock had really needed a lot of rest and was still in bed. In her bed. She took a deep breath, trying to get rid of the image of Sherlock's half naked body in her bed. She closed her eyes, tried to relax, but it only made things worse. The memory became much clearer without outside images distracting her from it. Quickly, she opened her eyes again and took a step back to lean against the door behind her. No, sleeping this long would not be feasible, it had been well over 20 hours. So...
Three - Sherlock had already left again. She felt her heart drop at the mere thought of this and really hoped, it was not the case. Taking a few steps into her flat, she timidly called out "Sherlock?"
In a matter of seconds, Sherlock appeared from her bedroom and walked right up to her.
"You're late."
"Yeah, well... I..."
"This is the second time in two days you have deviated from your usual schedule. Is everything alright with Misses Hudson?"
The concern in Sherlock's voice finale made Molly manage to shake the picture in her head.
"Oh no, Sherlock. Don't worry! Had a text from John today, Misses Hudson is doing much better. A little worn out now, at worst. No, I... went shopping."
Sherlock raised his eyebrows in surprise, as Molly opened her big, striped handbag, pulled out a scrunched up plastic bag and held it out towards him.
When he hesitantly took the bag, Molly quickly turned away from him, picking up her coat and handbag before making her way into the kitchen. "Uhm, it's a bit late to prepare an elaborate supper. Will beans and toast be okay?"
When she didn't receive an answer, she glanced around the corner and saw Sherlock slowly turning towards her, but still standing in the exact spot she had left him in.
In one hand, he was holding the open plastic bag, in the other a multipack of plain black boxers from which he now looked up at her with a questioning expression.
"Oh, uhm... It didn't look like you had brought anything and I really can't be doing laundry every day. You can hardly go out and do that yourself, now. Or at least you shouldn't, because it wouldn't really be safe. But when has that argument ever stopped you." Molly could barely contain a giggle. "Um, anyway. I hope, they're your size. I got you drawstring sweat pants, so you can adjust the size a little. Might be a bit big. " Definitely are a bit big. For good reason.
"Yes, those pants seem a little on the big side. Socks and boxers however... Exactly my size." He looked at her with half a smirk. "You peeked."
Molly couldn't help but blush. "It's not peeking exactly. It was a bit hard to ignore. I mean, you're the one who practically threw himself at me." Wincing, she wondered how she always managed to put her foot into her mouth in the worst possible ways. "No! Not... I mean... Next to me! You threw yourself into my bed. Next to me. Half naked... I..."
Closing her eyes, Molly took a deep breath. She seemed to be doing this a lot the last two days. When she opened her eyes, she looked straight at Sherlock and the now full blown grin on his face.
"So, beans on toast sound good?"
